by D STEP
CHAPTER 6
Helen just couldn’t take it anymore. She moved down from his abs to his crotch and raised her hips, placing her wet pussy right above his cock. Paula saw her coming and gave her a chance to enjoy the cock.
She placed her pussy on the tip of the cock, letting her pussy juice drip all over the wide tip, all the way to the root of his cock down to the balls.
Paula watched carefully and took the opportunity to lick the cock, tasting Helen’s juice, her very first time tasting another girls juice and it was that of her best friend. After licking the cock clean of Helen’s goo she carefully forced Helen’s ass down on it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the huge stiff cock parted her throbbing, dripping wet flesh. The stretching penetration was painful but pleasurable.
Helen let out a scream. Paula got naughty and spanked her ass before grabbing on her cheeks and started forcing the thrusts powerfully into her friend, making them go deeper and faster inside Helen’s cunt. Her soft and tender walls felt as if they were being ripped apart, and she loved it.
She was on top of her world. It was the rough intense pounding she always dreamed of, a big stiff cock fucking deep into her hole and her friend’s soft feminine hands on both sides of her ass helping to send the massive cock deeper into her only drove her to the edge of orgasm so much faster.
Her eyes were closed and her tits were bouncing all over the place as she bounced up and down on the huge cock. It hurt the most when she slid up and the wide head was close to exit her tight gripping hole.
Finally, she just couldn’t hold in her orgasm any longer. She came profusely, drenching the cock with her sweet sticky juice. Paula quickly took Helen out the way and started licking up her friend’s creamy mess. And from the look of things, she loved the taste of her friend’s cunt.
All that time, Anita was still fucking Brian’s face senseless, even though it felt good, she needed that cock deep in her so bad.
“I-WANT-TO-TASTE-THAT-COCK-IN-MY-PUSSY!” she slurped in an almost gibberish manner.
CHAPTER 7
Brian kept his tongue swirling deep inside her hotly excited hole, while his hands squeezed her breast and erected nipples.
Paula was done cleaning up Helen’s cum off Brain’s cock when Anita came off his face to get some of the Cock action in her. Helen had already recovered from her magnificent orgasm and was thinking about ideas on how to torment Brian for making her look so weak.
“Let’s fuck his ass.” Helen said.
Anita was putting the cock inside her pussy which was slightly open and ready to be fucked but she stopped in mid action. That seemed like a brilliant idea. The point was using him as a boy toy and that meant they could do whatever they wanted with him. How about literally fucking him.
“I will need that strap on.” Helen told Matilda, the girl who was the head of the frat. Matilda gladly took it off and handed it over.
“Oh, and you might need this too.” She said right before handing her the lube, “I don’t think he had ever been fucked in the ass before.”
Helen smiled devilishly. Brian looked too calm for a person who had never had his ass penetrated before. And they thought to themselves, Matilda was lying. Not that they cared. Brain bend over positioning himself to take the big realistic strap on. He got a little bit scared when he heard the sound of the lube popped open and being rubbed all over the strap on. Anita was lying under Brian, exposing her creamy cunt for him to fuck her, while Helen fuck him up his ass.
Brian let out a low, mercy-begging grunt as Helen slowly shoved the realistic head of the lubed strapon dildo into his tight ass hole. Sweet pain panged though the rim of his stretched ass ring. He flinched tightly, gritted his teeth sharply and yelped as she made a powerful thrust forward. His cry out silenced the room and a few of the guys jerked and cringed too almost feeling or sensing his pain from the sharp shriek that escaped him. Helen had some compassion as she penetrated his tight ass, but having him at her mercy in pain turned her on in folds. Maybe Matilda wasn’t lying about it being his first time. But either way she just couldn’t pull out now. She was going to make him her slut.
Anita closed her eyes as she felt the cock slid inside her snug cushiony center. She bit on her lips and there was a stale pain from her biting her lips in the shower. She sunk her finger in Brian’s back, her entire body shuddering from the tingles erupting between her pussy, to the peak of her clit, to the back of her clit, all the way up her spine. Her eyes rolled over and she started moaning. Cum was leaking its way from her pussy, staining the soft edges of her cheeks, making it easier for the monster of a cock to slide in and out of her. The slickness of her cunt made the stretch of her vagina felt so good, it was what she was so hungered for, craving for, for so long, that big thick cock. Now she had it inside her, stretching her sweetly. It felt like heaven and Anita couldn’t help but scream to release the sweet sensation that was ripping through her entire body and sexual soul. It felt so amazing. She put her hands on his waist, reinforcing each and every single thrust, making them all count. Her slit was already excited from the rigorous face-ride she had given his face. It was sooner than she had expected that she felt the tingly sparks or orgasm dancing in her core and she knew she couldn’t hold back her orgasm from busting through her senses.
Brian soon got into the groove and fucked Anita’s sloppy cunt like an animal despite Helen fucking him from behind. Helen pushed into his asshole until the strap on almost disappeared. Brian held his breath for a moment right before taking the stress out on Anita’s pussy, she loved it and he seemed to love it too, it was turning him into an animal in Anita’s hole. She always imagined what it would be like to have a big, thick meaty cock destroying her hungry pussy, and now she was in the bliss of it all.
Paula leaned over to Brain’s face, giving him her pussy. “Better eat that pussy bitch!” Paula commanded the male slut.
“How am I supposed to do that madam?”
“You are a bitch… fucking multitask!” Paula felt really good seeing this handsome older guy taking orders from her without any argument.
Anita finally gasped and her entire body froze. Brian picked up speed in her tightened and throbbing warmth. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he shot a load of cum deep inside her pussy filling her cunt excessively, a trail of his semen ran down Anita’s trembling legs making its scribbly way toward her asshole. Anita let out a shrilling scream as her spine tightened stiff. She could feel the aftermath of her clit convulsing, it was now like an heartbeat, pulsing and twitching up, each clenching pulse felt like a tiny piece of heaven. Her toes curled in total bliss and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her beautiful face had never been uglier and she had never felt this good. Her orgasm was beyond what she had fantasied it to be and everyone was watching her. Her best friends were all a part of her very first real orgasm from a guy. She had very little energy left in her young body.
With the little energy she had left she commanded “Now, I want you to eat that cream pie that you just made… bitch!” her voice still sounded somewhat stern.
Brian was nasty, he was maybe taking a dildo for the first time up his ass and he loved eating pussy, but he wasn’t sure about eating his own cum. He didn’t advanced, this was his first time not moving toward their command willingly.
“Are you having second thoughts bitch?!”
“No madam, not at all?!” He answered in a totally submissive role.
“Then get on with it! The cream pie you just made won’t eat itself!”
Brian had his very first taste of his own sloppy seconds and loved it. After he cleaned out Anita he was still probing for more.
The entire room clapped and welcome them to the fraternity. The trio gave a spectacular show even surprising Matilda. Matilda was thinking Anita had shown signs of potentially becoming the fraternity head.
It was a wonderful experience for the girls especially Anita. She was glad that she came to the party and it wasn’t in vain. At leas
THE PRICK - DICK CHALMERS
(Bad Boy Older Man BBW Contemporary Romance Novel)
LUCY BLAKE
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“You’re not the least bit ashamed of yourself, are you?” Frank asked.
Dick sat across his desk from the accountant, glancing at him sideways. “For what?” He filed away product catalogs and ledger books in an attempt to clear his desktop.
“You’d take candy from the mouth of babes?”
“It’s USGA rules and ratings, Frank. She’ll have a handicap, plus extra strokes since we play from the same tee.”
“You’re outfitting her to gain advertising for your business, and now you go up against her for the prize money, too? I knew you were a player, Dick, but not a “dick” player. Don’t do this; find another way to get the scratch.”
“Frank,” Dick said, leveling his gaze at him. “Think about this. Do you suppose Forrester would take it easy on her? Maybe duff a few shots to make her look good?”
Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you plan to let her win? Make a good show of it? How does that help you?”
“Marketing is everything, Frank. You know that. Just sit back and watch the fun, okay?” He left his accountant sitting there and walked out. Candy from babes, he repeated to himself. Sitting next to Kat during the interview rankled his nerves more than he let on. He’d been in the media spotlight enough to be able to hide any emotions he might feel. He didn’t particularly like or pay attention to women golfers. But he couldn’t deny they were making headway into the golf world, with the full support of golf schools and equipment manufacturers around the world. Likewise he couldn’t deny that Katelyn, seen close-up, showing off those voluptuous thighs and with waves of blond hair caressing her shoulders, she wasn’t a knockout. A twenty-one-year old knockout, he reminded himself. She was literally a baby. As for candy…would it be sweet or sour after he stole the prize from her?. . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
Chapter One
Dick.
His name was Dick, and Katelyn Halliday could certainly see why. He swaggered around the store in his own wildly-overpriced golf apparel, swinging his gifted ass along with his designer clubs in the direction of anyone and everyone in proximity.
No over-the-hill, has-been’s backside should look that good, she decided. It only gave them hopeless ideas of recapturing past glories and even more hopeless dreams of new conquests. Hadn’t she read somewhere that wife #2 was now history and suiting up for divorce court? Dick “wet-wick” Chalmers, former golf legend and all-around jackass. It would take more than good looks, new clothes and old trophies to catch spouse #3, Katelyn scoffed.
“Kat,” Percy said. “Have a look at these new soft-sole cleats while I get Chalmers over here to fit you up with clubs and clothes. I’m sure he’ll want to show off his best gear for the tournament.”
Kat turned to face her trainer, Percy Gould, as they stood between the shoe racks inside Dick Chalmers 24/7 Superstar Sports. “Okay, Perc,” she sighed. “I’m in your hands.”
Percy nodded his blond, balding head and moved toward where Chalmers stood schmoozing with other customers on the far side of the store. “Better mine than his,” he said, thumbing in Chalmer’s direction. “I’m responsible for your success, Golden Girl.”
As he weaved his way across the high-ceilinged megastore, Katelyn brushed her blond bangs off her forehead with one hand as she browsed the selection of brand-name footwear. The only thing golden about her right now was her hair. Percy might be responsible for her golf swing, but some no-good accountant was responsible for her lost scholarship money. Her natural ability and success in the junior ranks had earned her a spot at Keiser University’s College of Golf in West Palm Beach, Florida—home of the #1 ranked women’s team in the country; but because of a mismanaged trust fund, Katelyn had landed on the University steps to discover she was flat broke with no way to pay next year’s tuition.
This media-sponsored tournament was a stroke of luck, and her only hope. She’d beat out a dozen other girls to snag this spot, pitting her against the top-ranked men’s college player, Brad Forrester, in a kind of Billie-Jean vs Bobby Riggs kind of event. The $100,000 prize money would go a long, long way in supporting her education as well as her career.
Golf was her life, and wasn’t about to let finances stop her, nor let down her Dad, who’d loved the game more than anything and took Kat to the links every Sunday, rain or shine, since the day she was big enough to swing a club. She’d grown up tall, reaching 5’-10” by the time she was sixteen. When her curves began to fill in, so did the numbers on the scale. Muscle weighed more than fat, she knew; so the numbers never bothered her. Athletes didn’t count calories, they made their calories count.
“Katelyn,” she heard Percy call. Her long braid swished across her back as she turned to look in his direction. Holy hell. Wet-wick Chalmers sauntered alongside her trainer looking nothing like any of his photos she’d ever seen. They hardly did him justice. Tall and broad-shouldered, his personal label shirt and khakis draped magnificently over a muscled chest and the already-noted tight ass as he walked toward her.
His smartly-groomed reddish-brown hair—a lot of it for a guy his age, she realized—framed his chiseled cheekbones and strong chin. As he came closer, she could see a touch of gray at the temples. His tanned skin didn’t quite mask his ginger-freckled complexion.
“Katelyn ‘Kat’ Halliday,” Percy continued, “meet Dick Chalmers.”
“Mr. Chalmers,” Kat said, expecting a handshake.
None was offered. Instead, the man looked her up and down then broke into a grin. Deep dimple lines creased his cheek as he did so, giving him a distinct Sam Elliot resemblance, minus the moustache. “Well hello Kit-Kat,” he said, placing one hand on his hip as he continued to assess her appearance. “Maybe one too many KitKat candy bars in the diet, huh? How much do you weigh, sweetheart?”
Kat kept her jaw closed in spite of it wanting to drop to the floor. He did not just ask me that. No way.
Percy spoke up. “Ah, don’t you worry, Dick. Every pound is pure power.”
“Hey, I’m not judging,” Dick replied with a wave of his hand. “Just need to know what sizes to bring out for the gear. I’m thinking a 14 for the skorts. Maybe 10 for the tops. Sound about right, Kit-Kat?” He winked at her.
What incredible gall! Even more incredible was the color of his eyes that she found herself staring at in silent indignation. They sparkled green, like a brilliant crystal aggie from a kid’s prized marble collection. She blinked to break the uncomfortable spell.
“Hmmm. Kat’s got no tongue?” he commented, smirking at what he probably thought was a clever turn of phrase.
Katelyn tilted her head as she stared him down. “Not for you. Dick.” Accentuating his name gave her some satisfaction. Rhymes with prick. “How old are you?” she asked, seeing as he was in the mood for blunt questions.
Percy shuffled his feet and cleared his throat, appearing desperate to break the tension and change the subject. “Uh, let’s have a look at those new Callaway clubs, shall we?”
Dick smiled at her, unfazed. “I’m forty-nine in October. And I’ve heard every Dick joke there is, Kit-Kat. Whatever you’re thinking won’t be new to me, so don’t waste your time.” He gestured to the ladies wear section. “Congratulations on being selected for this tournament, by the way. 100 large is a lot of money. Don’t envy your chances against Forrester, though. Got some new clothing lines that will look great on camera. Got to impress the golf fashionista as well as the media. TV crews will be following you everywhere. This way, please.”
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